The Style Council
"Bloodsports"

Who takes the heart from a stagWho gets a hard-on with blood on their handsWho strips the wonder of lifeWhen they don't have the rightBut they say it's fair gameAnd they won't feel no painAs we feel no shameSo let the sun come downLet our eyes close the blindLet the rivers run dryLet the forest life dieBut who are they to decideAs if their right is divineAs if their right sublime

Who wins the hooves loses respectWho kills the Grace treads with intent -Into Heaven's domain, playing little ChristiansHear their voice soar in churchGiving thanks for this earth -Then destroying its birth
So let the sun come downLet our eyes close the blindLet the rivers run dryLet the forest life dieBut who are they to decideAs if their right is divineAs if their right sublime